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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Reuben Nelms has worked hard all his life. First to escape the West Texas town where he grew up, then
to negate the legacy of his family. One of his worst regrets was failing to protect a young woman from
evil dealt by his blood brother. For years afterwards, he watched and protected her from the shadows,
most comfortable in that faceless role.

Now known by his road name, Duck feels he’s finally found redemption in watching that woman
blossom and grow, sheltered by her association with his brothers by choice, the Rebel Wayfarers
motorcycle club. Things were settled, predictable, until a desperate call from home sets him scrambling
and he is back front and center, home again in West Texas, finding himself confronted daily with
reminders of his horrific family heritage.

Treading alongside the remembered fear and regret surrounding him walks a temptation, Brenda
Calloway, the hometown woman he left behind. The efficient business manager of the cattle company
he inherited from his father, his childhood friend is now a widow. More beautiful than ever, she’s a
single parent with a secret, unaware of the power she still wields over Reuben’s heart.

Will their second chance love be able to take root and grow in the dry deserts of West Texas? Can Duck
put aside the man he’s become, sloughing off the brotherhood and leaving that behind to become
Reuben again, or will he be able to pick up the pieces of his teenage love and still continue his life in
Chicago as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC?

“Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.”– Gabriel
Garcia Marquez

From Chapter
12: Wanting too much

“Reuben,” she said, keeping her gaze flat and level, “I need to tell you something.”
She stopped and swallowed, her head shaking back and forth involuntarily. Reaching up she opened the
medicine cabinet, losing her reflection for a moment, gaze catching on her diaphragm container,
absurdly thinking it had gotten more use in the past few days than the previous five years. Hands
trembling, she shut the cabinet, again looking at herself in the mirror.

“Reuben,” she began again, voice quavering. “There’s something I need to say to
you.” Tipping her chin down, wet streamers of hair fell in curtains on either side of her face. “This is
harder than anything I’ve ever done in my life,” she whispered, lifting her gaze back to the
mirror. He deserves to know. With a deep breath, she said, “Reuben, we need to talk.”

Her shirt had pulled on crooked, sticking to her, and as she attempted to straighten
it the fabric slid in jerky movements over her still damp body. Nothing’s easy. Turning, she
opened the door, gasping in surprise to see Reuben there. Leaning against the opposite wall, his arms
were tightly folded across his chest. He made an imposing figure, standing there immobile, staring at
her. His voice cold and toneless, he barked, “You got something to say to me, Brenda?”

Mouth open, she stared at him, unable to speak. Her practiced words failing at the
evidence of his anger. He let the silence build between them for a moment before he said, “Never mind,
just save it. I get it. You saw a side of me you didn’t care for today, then saw something you could like
better. This won’t work between us, Brenda. Good thing we learned it early on.” His words made it
impossible for her to suck in breath, hitting her in ways that felt physical.

“We can both go back to our lives. I’ll stick around until after the rodeo, make sure
you have help in place. It’s why you called me, right? Just for the business. Nothing else going on here,
right? Nothing else on your mind. Nothing to say to me.” He paused, tipping his chin down, gaze raking
along her form, lips twisting in a sneer that froze the blood in her veins. “Means there isn’t any reason
for me to stay beyond that.” He straightened and unfolded his arms, hands hanging in heavy balls of
clenched muscle at his sides. “Just like before, there isn’t anything here for me. Nothing but goddamned
stupid pipe dreams.”

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of
books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of
every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered
writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read
the back of the cereal box.”

A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she embraces her inner geek
and has been working in the tech field for a publishing company for a couple decades.

Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any genre — jazz, country, rock,
alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing
through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live music. My favorite thing with
music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good
selection of premium tequila, then that’s a plus!”